DAVID'S PLACE:

Here I sit. I am a 66 year old male with absolutely no life. I have lived it already with very little success. I live nicely in a studio penthouse My old time rich ex-girlfriend pretty much supports me. I have enough money, with her constant help to be ver comfortable.  My health is OK although I do need prostate surgery eventually. I woke up this morning about 11.30.  I was going to get dressed and go to work. I work for a private taxi service. I have beenj divorced for 25 years. I have a family including 3 kids and 3 grandchildren but I am alone. I know many people from a life filled with owning a big business, playing ball, gambling,  and going out with many women.  Bu, I am so all alone now.. I decided to cook some pork chops I bought yesterday. Then, I did get dressed and ate the  pork chops. Instead of leaving I turned on the TV program Cops and have sat here for 3 hours watching episode after episode.. I am so depressed I cannot put it into other wo...

As a 66 year old expert male player on match.com I will share with you a sure fire method of finding out if you are a player. A player  is a good looking guy that easily gets the girls. My formula goes no deeper then it being a system for you ex- jocks who want to know if you still have what it takes to attract women with your looks alone.  It is very easy to use..By the way, it is not for you dreamers who think that what you write in your emails really matters. I repeat. Success with online dating is all about looks. At least it is with the fancy ass women on match and other sites. That is shallow and superficial but trust me. I  am right.  That is how it works. You will know how physically appealing you are on match.com or any other dating site very quickly. So, try this method and you can evaluate your appeal.You get an instant judgement. Decide on your requirements regarding age, location, financia...

Cmon Barack. Major torture of prisoners going on at the CIA and you did not know about it? The atrocities taking place that you did not admit to because you were kept in the dark.? Who knew what and when?  Many people at the C.I.A and other places knew for sure. But, no one came forward. It was all a cover up? A giant conspiracy?  Even us gullible Americans are not stupid enough to believe that. Did Chuck Hagel find out and confront you about it?  Then, did he resign because you did not have the balls to tell the American people of this C.I.A lethal torture. And, Hagel would not be part of it so he let you force him out of office. . Obama, why don't you buy a house with Bush Jr. and sit around talking to each other about all the lies you both told us Americans. Or, talk to each other about how stupid each of you are for not knowing what the fuck was going on  your watches. Yeah Obama. About that transparency you promised. You are about a...

I started to write down the names of all the people who have bullied me, both physically and psychologically, in my life and I realize that I could write forever about those experiences. It all started when I was a very little boy. I was afraid to fight back when I was harassed and soon everyone had my number. Even though I was popular and a good athlete bullies would find me and pick up on my vulnerability. So, eventually at school, in the playground, at a party or the movies, anywhere at all, a bully would test me and see that I would not stand up for myself. So, besides the shame and disgrace I felt then I would have to constantly be fearful of being around that guy. Hyper vigilance and constant anxiety became the cornerstones of my existence. I am now 65 years old and things have not changed except the ages of the people who test me to see if I will become their victim. I can still be easily intimidated if a bully knows what to say or do to get in my head. I have used so m...

My high school girlfriends mother was the hottest hunk of refined white, sexy trash you could imagine. She had red hair, big tits and a beautiful round ass. I fantasized about her endlessly as I banged her very good looking daughter. She was the original Mrs Robinson. She always wore high heels, flimsy skirts and had those perfect arms ala Marilyn Monroe. which swung from her shoulders. At about 5'7" tall and at the age of 34 she was the ultimate bomb to me  eighteen years old at the time and boiling with lust. I had always had this thing for older women and she was the dream. Her husband was a long distance tuck driver who was gone many nights. Sometimes, I would come over on the pretense of seeing her daughter even when I knew her daughter would not be home. My Mrs. Robinson would sit at the kitchen table smoking cigarettes in a scanty and barely respectable house coat. She and I would often play gin rummy. One of those times she mentioned that her ol...

Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same  passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever. Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis. It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before. When the moment ...

 There we were. Two 63 year old adults wrestling around on her sofa like high school kids. Me, trying for weeks to get in her pants. She, holding me off continuously insisting that necking and petting was all we would ever do. But, boy it was hot. Hot kisses, hot touching all over. So hot that she agreed to go in the other room and change into something flimsier and easier for me to get at.  I still all my clothes on as she left the room. The Viagra I had taken earlier, just in case, had completely kicked in and I had a big, hard rod that a 16 year old would envy. She and I had been toying around for 6 weeks with hot kisses but with clothes on.  I decided that I would go all in as I sat waiting for her to return. So, I quickly whipped off my clothes except for my underwear. She came back to see me lying on the sofa with socks and a pair of black underwear which was struggling to hold in my giant dick. He...

What are the Score's listener ratings since the Chicago Bears tragic loss to Green Bay on Sunday? I would like to know the answer. So, Score, with all your savage, vicious, taunting of coach Marc Trestman, Jay Cutler and the entire Bears organization wouldn't you rather the Bears kept losing so your ratings can stay high?. Every Bear loss is more advertising dollars in the pockets of the Score pigs.  The two tomato cans who are the most full of shit are Doug Buffone. Yeah, you Dougie and you   O'Bradobitch. Isn't it nice to get your old nasty rocks off screaming and yelling in idiotic tantrums after each Bear loss. Meanwhile, you bust outs both have shit for brains in the business world, and you would have nothing at all to do if the Bears started winning. You need to be on the attack or who would. listen to a couple of broken down loudmouths ?    I   heard only soft, non-confrontational quest...

I'm sitting at Starbucks in Chicago's Pipers Alley. This is my favorite Starbucks in the area. I drive a private taxi for  #Lyft. Every driver needs several coffee breaks  I do not order coffee anymore though. I now order black, unsweetened, lemonade iced tea. I used to drink coffee but the tea seems to be way better for my fragile prostate gland and kidneys. I am supposed to be very happy today. I had a major romantic break through with someone I'm nuts about. She finally let me into her heart this weekend. No, not all the way but a lot of progress was made. For a love junkie like myself the feeling I have after our last date a few days ago is what I live for.  She had shot me down again and again for about a month but she never shot me dead. Each rejection would only reinforce my determination to win her over. She kept seeing me but continually insisting she was not going to go for me. Well, play the bugle ...

I like Illinois Governor Pat Quinn. I think he is a kind, devoted, loyal, public servant who does his best at his job everyday. I do not think he is sleazy, corrupt, bogus, and vicious as most of his contemporaries are. If one follows their heart they will re-elect Quinn. I do not like and will not vote for Bruce Rauner. I  think he stinks of having a ton of tainted money, being elitist,  and having no heart and soul .He is clearly in the race for the power and prestige of holding the governors office. Let's not give it to him. After all, he is just trying to buy it. Quinn has walked the walk. Rauner has never been a public servant. I do not think he knows how to act in the interests of anyone who is not rich, powerful, and successful. If he wants to really offer public service he should volunteer to help the poor and underprivileged, get a job teaching or mentoring budding entrepreneurs. Something to satisfy his supposed craving for us lowly citizens....

Laz Parking made a deal with an ignorant, desperately cash strapped Mayor Daley several years ago which was one of the worst deals ever made on the planet. He sold the parking meter rights to Laz  which has made a fortune that keeps appreciating each day while the city of Chicago goes broke. Who are the investors in Laz Parking? Why can't Mayor Emanuel get out of that atrocious deal that rips the city off daily for a bundle of critical cash? We never hear about Laz. Why not? We get financially raped each day by Laz and no one says a word about those robbers. What about Laz Mr.Rauner, Gov.Quinn, Mayor Emanuel? Can any of you guys why we stay stuck in perpetuity with a deal that seems worth breaching despite the consequences. There are powerful people who own the equity in Laz parking. Let's hear about the Laz rip off

I would like to see Chicago Bears coach Marc Trestman smash a chair over one of his pathetic players heads. Or punch a SCORE radio commentator in the mouth. That is what people want and love to see and read about. Remember big bully Mike Ditka? The hottest mess of any coach when the Bears were losing. He would angrily flip out just like people want Trestman to do. That sure helped didn't it? Ditka got fired and his Bears got worse. But, the  "tomato can" fans loved him. Still do. Why? Because macho morons always keep things exciting. Action is what people want. Sex drugs, and rock n roll does it every time. So does sensationalism Who cares about intelligent, responsible behavior. That does not sell advertising or attract listeners. Craziness sells and don't think all the announcers and reporters don't know it. It pays their salaries. Some people understand  that concept. Many others don't. So, people and mad dogs out there who are gettin...

Tomato cans are what radio commentators Doug Buffone and Ed O'bradovich insultingly called weak, easy to knock around teams before Sundays Bear game against the Miami Dolphins. During the game those two has beens agreed that the Chicago Bears were the real tomato cans since they were playing so badly. Well, did anyone ever stop to think that ratings from all Chicago media skyrocket when the Bears get defeated? The airwaves are filled with Bear bashing radio hosts going on a feeding frenzy. Advertising dollars must come pouring in when the Bears stink up the field otherwise airtime would not be wasted with around the clock Bear bashing. The reporters argue with each other, with fans, and have a verbal orgy after the Bears lose. And they should. The listening audience would quickly tire if all the Bears did was win. There would be no controversy and that's what all reporters thrive on. So, stop acting like you are so incensed and ...

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Here I sit at the East Bank Club on a lonely Sunday afternoon. I have worked out on the elliptical and rode the bicycle for about an hour combined. Then, I drank  soy milkshake. I am all alone. I know a million people from business dealings, gambling, and being a man about town. But, that does not matter. There is no one to go to dinner with or have a drink with. I do not know what I will do tomorrow because my custom t-shirt business is not booming right now. I am trying to figure out how to promote it. This life sucks.

I usually cannot complete a sneeze. There is the Ah but the Choo does not follow. This has been happening for over a year. I am a 57 year old man in excellent health. I sneezed normally my entire life. Then, I got self conscious about sneezing and started failing to complete sneezes.    I have gone up to 10 weeks without sneezing.  I will infrequently  sneeze and think I am cured. However, the inability to complete a sneeze soon returns.  I have researched endlessly and asked questions and have seen all types of Doctors. No one has heard of this rare problem. They all say not sneezing will cause no medical problems. There is scarce research about this because it is not medically significant or hardly ever seen in people. My psychologist and a neurologist say this is absolutely a psychological condition.    I have no other symptoms or consequences of this condition ,just frustration. I sneeze once in ...

Here I am at Dunkin Donuts blogging about my crazed, sad life. You see, just a few days ago l was living the life of luxury one would expect from a boy toy. I was with my older but glamorous sugar mama eating dinner at the fanciest restaurants, getting pedicures, going to plays. The whole nine yards. In return, I spent my time with her, in large part, enjoying our bodies locked together in the same  passion and bliss we have seemingly had forever. Then, it was time to take her back to airport so she could get back to her real other life. I am merely filler as much as she says she loves me which she has proven over and over. However, not enough to throw in the towel on the high life and become a slave to my neediness and neurosis. It was just a few weeks ago that I went off to Arizona with my mamas blessing to pursue an old relationship. Things were all set for me to find a 24/7 mama who I had had a relationship with years before. When the moment ...

 Depression and loneliness are colliding within me at a furious pace. It's hard to tell which one is heavier. I am so shrunken internally from the bombardment my demons have launched against me that I feel inhuman. I am walking around like the mere atom I have long felt I would reduced to someday which is today. I just came back from out of town. I went to Arizona hoping to make a magical connection with someone from long ago. Instead, we were both left looking at my shrunken penis which would not work it's old  magic which is all she was really interested in. Instead, I left there still trying to explain why I    couldn't get it up. How could Viagra have failed me at such a critical time? It was not as if failing  with her had not meant a lot. It meant everything. Back here I have  no job, no friends who are available when I need them to be, no money which I have gambled away, and a neighbor who has me sleepless as...

When attempting to sell low cost print advertising the salesperson should keep in mind a few guidelines to be followed. Always remember that persistence is the critical component when selling advertising space. Develop a canned formula for the aspects of your pitch that allow for it. Learn what to say in response to any question or challenge. Only training, experience and practice will succeed . 1- Make sure you are speaking to a person who has the authority to spend the advertising money.That is, if you are calling an auto dealership on the phone find out immediately whom the person is that makes the advertising decisions. That question should be asked to the person who picks up the phone. You need names . An operator or receptionist usually knows exactly who does what in the various departments of any business. It 's simple. Just ask "Who is the person who buys the advertising ?" Also, get the extension of the buyer. You will need it later. If you...

                                              Online Lovers Nightmare I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site. She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a fancy suburb outside Chicago, and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.   I sent her an email on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home and a convenient location are the only things that mat...

I could tell you many stories about torrid affairs I have had in my 65 years. I am thinking about devoting an entire blog to the multitude of sexual experiences I have had with all kinds of women . But, that gets boring unless I feel someone is reading this blog. I need some encouragement or I will continue to think I am writing to myself. Where are all the responses? Anyone with a great story you want to tell and still remain anonymous? Feedback please so I don't have to go find a real job.                                                                                    ...

. I met Lola when I was 45 and she was 40 years old. She was a beautiful blond with an amazingly big rack. She looked like a Hollywood celebrity except in her heart she was just a nice, divorced, Jewish mommy looking for love. She had called a few weeks before soliciting me for business. She sold collection services and sounded great. I told her I probably wouldn't buy her services but maybe she should come in anyway because I wanted to meet her and I would listen to her pitch. I told her that maybe she might think of working for my well known newspaper.  I always tried to hire anyone who sounded good on the phone and was trying to sell me anything. So, I made gave her an invitation to drop in anytime she was in the neighborhood. I got a call  from my secretary Joan.one morning shortly thereafter waking me up. She said there was a woman at my office who said I invited to meet me. Joan said her name was Lola. I didn't even remember talking to her. I asked Julie h...

First time I lost my virginity was back in 1967 in a whorehouse in Peoria, IL.  I was with a bunch of guys on New Years Eve and we decided to drive up to this house of ill repute. I was really nervous. I was still a virgin.  My sexual experiences were mostly hand jobs from my trustworthy high school girl friend. I thought I was one of the only guys to not have done the real thing. So, we entered this prostitution house and I looked around at several available women all in negligees.They were just sitting around on display.  I saw an African American who was so hot with big tits and long legs. She kind of looked like Eartha Kitt. I pointed to her and she got up and she took me to a little room with a small bed. It did not smell good in that room but we did the deed after a little performance anxiety by me. I strutted out to my friends who were already finished with their ladies. I had a big smile on my face.We left and had some food and drinks celebrating our accomplis...

Gambling. One of the nastiest monsters of the world. Feed it and it eats your soul. Starve it and it destroys you mind. To a compulsive gambler the loss of gambling is good reason for perpetual mourning. Every ounce of desire in your body craves going back to gambling again. The adrenalin, the euphoria, the joy of knowing you will be in action is enough to inspire any gambler to gamble again no matter how much they have lost. I am not just talking about lost money. I am talking about lost health, family, friends. I am talking about losing your whole life. I have gambled for over 50 years and almost lost everything. In the last five years I have quit gambling and slowly rebuilt my life. Yet, I continue to long for my greatest friend and unconditional lover. Gambling. I was a very big gambler betting on sports, craps, blackjack. poker, and anything else I could wager on. I would win or lose thousands of dollars in one day. I figure out that I have lost w...

Can anyone comment on the outrageous price of a single Viagra tablet which now costs $36.00 at a CVS pharmacy?

I am totally frustrated with my blog. I cannot figure out how to build traffic. I have had thousands of visitors and only made three cents in December 2013. That is pathetic. I just finished reading about how to build blog traffic by #mashable and some other people. All very good ideas, I'm sure, if I knew what they were talking about. # Backlinks, hyperlinks, longtail, embedded links, seo, metatitles, and all the rest of that stuff  are all Chinese to me even though I have dedicated hundreds of hours to trying to figure out how to apply what I am reading. I want to write but want to have at least a few people read me. This is no fun. I never get any comments and I cannot even read my performance reports. I copy and paste each blog post to Twitter with a teaser that does bring a few people back to my blog. But, I have a virtual zero following. That means nobody likes it here. I have also added Google+ to confuse me further. Nobody is going there either. I think I am t...

I live in a beautiful studio apartment on the top floor of a fancy high rise in Chicago. I treasure my quiet, insulated space because I get freaked out so easily by noise, barking dogs, or any other disturbance that upsets my tranquility. It is caused by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that causes me to interpret any intrusion as a threat to my peace of mind. Therefore, if a neighbor makes noise by playing loud music or walking loudly on the floor above I am on guard. I feel I have to confront that person about the problem that I perceived. If that person turns out to be friendly and sympathetic and apologetic I would no longer care about the noise. I would get instant relief. If it was a person who acted angry or indifferent towards my complaint then I would start obsessing about confronting that person again and again intent on getting satisfaction.. This aspect of my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD ) has led to endless anxiety and many terribl...

Crane Design For Better Living magazine sent a direct response post card out first class mail. Included is an offer for a Free 12 issue subscription to Better Homes and Gardens Magazine. ($6.00 ea.) However, to qualify for the Free subscription you must make a purchase from Crane. It  does not say what the purchase must be for or any other purchase details. The offer also does not say how often Better Homes and Gardens will be published. Sounds like you can be hooked for $6.00 per month to Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Great come on!! If you don't want the subscription to Better Homes and Gardens as part of your unknown purchase from Crane then you must cancel your Free subscription within 30 days, or, you are in debt to Better Hones and Gardens magazine. The good news is you can cancel, if you can remember to, and end up with Free issues of Better Homes and Gardens which you start receiving starting in 6-8 weeks. The bad news is that if you do not remember to cancel i...

 I started to write down the names of all the people who have bullied me, both physically and psychologically, in my life and I realize that I could write forever about those experiences. It all started when I was a very little boy. I was afraid to fight back when I was harassed and soon everyone had my number. Even though I was popular and a good athlete bullies would find me and pick up on my vulnerability. So, eventually at school, in the playground, at a party or the movies, anywhere at all, a bully would test me and see that I would not stand up for myself. So, besides the shame and disgrace I felt then I would have to constantly be fearful of being around that guy. Hyper vigilance and constant anxiety became the cornerstones of my existence. I am now 65 years old and things have not changed except the ages of the people who test me to see if I will become their victim. I can still be easily intimidated if a bully knows what to say or do to get in my head....

Gambling. One of the nastiest monsters of the world. Feed it and it eats your soul. Starve it and it destroys your mind. To a compulsive gambler the loss of gambling is good reason for perpetual mourning. Every ounce of desire in your body craves going back to gambling again. The adrenalin, the euphoria, the joy of knowing you will be in action is enough to inspire any gambler to go back no matter how much they have lost. I am not just talking about lost money. I am talking about lost health, family, friends. Losing your whole life. I have gambled for over 50 years and lost it all. In the last few years i have quit gambling and slowly rebuilt my life. Yet, I continue to long for my greatest friend and unconditional lover. Gambling. I was a very big gambler betting on sports, craps, and blackjack. I would win or lose thousands of dollars a day. I figured out that I have lost well over a million dollars in my life. Enough to destroy me financially, mentally...

Re: Incident # 121204-033783 occurring in late December 2012. I believe Yahoo engaged in unfair business practices toward me. I used to write free lance for Yahoo Contributors Network https://contributor.yahoo.com  for several years until I was barred in 2012 from the site. I could not understand why. They refused to tell me the specific reason. I have lost money and the joy of being unable to publish on Yahoo. I did nothing wrong in my writing that I can even remotely figure out. I tried and tried to get an answer from their team but they refused to explain. I have now again renewed my efforts to be given an explanation. I will not stop persisting until a person from Yahoo or  someone on the Yahoo Contributor Team clarifies the cause of my being cancelled permanently from writing for them. It was the best free lance writing site I ever written for and I miss it. I believe they made a mistake and whoever terminated me did not want to take responsibility for. Please ...

 ext.Grammar school playground-day Alan is standing on playground with other boys during recess. He shoves David. David-Stop Alan-Or what? What are you gonna do about it? David-Just leave me alone would ya?. Alan-Pushes David hard again. David pushes back very lightly with no heart. Alan-Did you just push me? David-Not really Alan-Rushes at him, throws him down and punches him several times. David tries  to cover himself. Not fighting back No guts. Alan-Don’t ever touch me again.     He let’s David up. Ext playground-cont. David-Walks back to class ashamed.. He can’t stop thinking about and replaying the event all day.. He thinks back to brother Jerry's words. Coward. Not a man. A man would have fought back.  ext.playground-day Alan-Stands there looking at David walking awaylaughing with the other boys